It’s not drugs and it’s not gambling and it’s not “the demon drink” But it’s closeted and reticent and rueful don’t you think? It’s the always on connection that finds many now devout To regressive evolution, tuning in and dropping out

There are no two ways about it; I’ve started to go bald I’m saddened and I’m sickened, I’m mournful and appalled At first I didn’t notice and sure ignorance is bliss But recently my friends have found the need to take the piss

My uncle’s Datsun Cherry was a marvel to behold For every journeys gambit brought adventure to the fold Back then its grim arrival meant I’d instantly loose hope My poor teenage indignation found it very hard to cope